[Music - P. Craddick, D. Ott / Lyrics - P. Craddick]

Don't you know that one day you'll be found out?
Faulty explanations, changing colors -- all breed doubt
:You push your thoughts away from the day when you must pay
When the storm becomes a blizzard, don't play dead like a lizard

Pull it out -- wash it off
With the blade of deception sheathed the wounds can heal
Though you like the darker climes, they shade you from the real

Don't pull it off -- cut it off
A game is fair when the players abide by the rules
You speak with forked tongue and cast yourself the fool
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There's something slightly saurian in the structure of your skin
Your conscience is well padded, your reasoning is thin
:So you put your prayers away until the hunt when you're the prey
On the darkest judgement night, the ledger books will be set right

Pull it out -- wash it off
With the blade of deception sheathed the wounds can heal
Though you like the darker climes, they shade you from the real

Don't pull it off -- cut it off
A game is fair when the players abide by the rules
You speak with forked tongue and cast yourself the fool

Watch your tail
You're headed for a tailspin
Approaching danger cuts the water like a shark's fin